Yesterday afternoon Mom and Dad took Lola and me to visit with Dr B. It was quite an exciting visit. Bailey was due for her checkup and Mom had a few concerns that she'll tell you about in a couple days when the lab tests are back. I went because she found a couple bumps that needed to be checked out.
Bailey was first, then she and Dad went to wait in the car because she was getting a little overly excited. Then it was my turn. First the doc checked my eyes and ears and teeth and moved my legs around. He always does that stuff, he just can't help himself. Next he looked at a little bump on my back. He said it was a papilloma and could be removed with a local whenever Mom wants to have it done.
Then Mom showed him a really big bump on my tail. It's on the top of my tail, pretty close to my body. He said it was supracaudal gland hyperplasia, also referred to as "Stud Tail". See, he said that I'm a big stud. I've known that forever and try to tell everyone I meet. Now it's confirmed.
Mom and Dr B didn't see it quite the same way I did. The doc told Mom that it's not uncommon in intact male dogs and quite common in cats. The area has scent glands and sometimes they get infected. Mine has. For now all Mom has to do is put warm compresses on the bump. They feel really good.
They also talked about other things that didn't sound so good to me, like the 'n' word, the one that rhymes with tutor. If my tail gets worse the doc thinks I may have to have the bump removed and at the same time he wants to remove some other parts that I love very much. Mom and Dad were discussing it last night and I couldn't stand to listen.
Mom and the doc also talked about my moods. You see, I'm having a bad time accepting that Miss Morgan isn't here anymore. I know she was very old and tired and needed to go, but I miss her so very much. Mom told Dr B that I'm not acting like a happy boy lately. He said that I don't deal with change very well and that I just need time and lots of affection. Lately I carry my teddy bear around with me a lot of the time and I sit on Mom's lap every night while she tells me what a good boy I am.
Even big studly dogs like me need hugs and lots of attention. It's good that Mom and Dad and Dr B all understand me so well.
Your kind of sad pal, Fudge